Wordle by Wordle: Day 47
Friday, Feb 16, 2024
Wordle #972 - STASH
Bree is hiding something, obviously.
A ruckus suddenly breaks out in my head—an alarm bell, a starter pistol, the chatter of my inner voice arguing over the possibilities:
Bree tried to clean up something—blood? No, she couldn’t, could she?—but then she decided to remove the floors entirely. Just to be sure. Did I notice anything odd about the floor the last time I was here? No, I don’t think so, but… maybe she had put down a rug? I don’t remember. One thing’s for sure: she didn’t want me to see this.
Bree stares at me intently, like she’s trying to read my mind.
I stash away my questions about the floor for later and ready another volley for Bree, no longer really caring whether I upset her.
“Have you looked at your doorbell camera yet? Did the police?”
“Oh, um…” Bree blinks, taken aback by the change of subject. “It looks like the app doesn’t store any videos? You have to pay a monthly subscription fee for that or something? Roy was in charge of all the tech stuff—I guess he didn’t pay for that.”
Roy managing their tech, I can believe, but the rest? Roy wasn’t a paranoid man, but he had smartly stepped up their security once he’d gained a bit of notoriety, and got doxxed. I wouldn’t be surprised if they had moved to Pacific Heights not just for the upgrade but for the new address.
And the idea that Roy—Forbes cover boy—wouldn’t spare a few bucks a month for video storage? Please.
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